I haven’t thought of the mystical and distant “Far Blundjed” for some time.  I dreamed up this place giving it the Yiddish name “farblundjed” which loosely means lost in space (mixed up in local space, not the distant one among the stars), thus – Far Blundjed). It is a place far away and a long distance from where we hang our hats. I wrote a small play about a science fiction dystopia, far, far away

I haven’t thought of utopian things for a while and this name rose up and hit me between the ears.  I used the name in a play-let I wrote some years ago for marionettes and Carol dancing with “The Little Blue Man”.  It was for entertainment at a convention of utopian scholars or scholars who wrote and studied about utopias.

Now, Far Blundjed is just like our world where we get everything wrong.  It may be in the future or existed in the past or just in my imagination but sometimes we blunder and stumble when we should stand upright and look at things realistically straight in the eyes when we generally get farblundjed.

I have been exchanging tales with other geezers who have stumbled, blundered and fallen.  It seems to come with the territory we inhabit.  It is a bit like the truism that we get old too soon and too late smart.  But, our bodies may be old and fail us some times while our minds still are youthful and our memories of the “old days” are still bright and we think we can skip and jump and do all those good things we were once able to do.

Maybe Far Blundjed is not really that far away.  We carry the old days and our future musings along with us even as we try to make sense of today. This is somewhat like the annual study of the story of Passover.  Try to get through it to the end.

When Carol danced with “The Little Blue Man” out in Pennsylvania, I was bemused with the idea that I could bring my puppetry to a convention of professor types who wrote about and thought about utopia.  That utopia I named Bravo Mundo because a former priest turned professor at Monmouth gave that name to me.  It translates from the Latin as Brave World with (New) assumed.

The reason for the Little Blue Man whom I created was for the song which I heard and taped.  He turned up one day to bedevil a girl and told her that he loved her.  She sang about this and one day in desperation went up to a rooftop and pushed him over.  As he hit the ground he said, “I don’t love you anymore” and who could blame him for changing his mind.  Well, that is the world of the mind and puppetry for you.  And, that’s all there is to this familiar dystopian story, folks. I used to make puppets and The Little Blue Man was a favorite of mine.